daddy issues ; ushijima wakatoshi

twelve

kentarō <3
omw

me
i'm sitting out front

kentarō <3
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on a bench in the front of the school sat sumiye, earbuds in with her leg aggressively bouncing. anyone in a fifty-foot radius could hear her music blaring. tendō hand was gripped around ushijima's wrist, dragging him across the campus. internally, the ace wondered how she wasn't deaf.

"hashimoto-san!" tendō called while wildly waving. she continued to stare at her phone and scroll through twitter, not hearing the redhead. once the two reached the bench, he tapped her on the shoulder. she jolted at the sudden contact, turning around to meet the stare of the volleyball players. "hashimoto-san, what're you doing out here all alone?"

pausing her music, sumiye asked, "can you say that again, tomato-san?"

"why're you sitting alone?"

"why're you so nosy?" she fired back with little to no hesitation. "i'm not telling you anyways– stranger danger and all."

the middle blocker was unaffected by her snarky attitude, a cheshire grin still on his face. "we're not strangers! we've talked before and you know wakatoshi-kun, my best friend."

"i don't even know your name." sumiye deadpanned, over tendō's teasing already. flashing the screen of her phone, she checked for an "i'm here" text from her boyfriend– anything that would help her escape this conversation.

"i'm tendō satori." the middle blocker did a two-finger salute towards the girl. "now we're friends and you can tell me why you're sitting alone."

a small frown formed on her semblance. "are you ears for decoration? stay out of my business."

"you can't get rid of me that easily!" sumiye glared like a dog that was about to attack as tendō chuckled.

sensing the hostile energy coming from sumiye, ushijima decided to step in before his friend was mauled. "tendō, please stop. i don't think she likes you very much," he interjected, making the middle blocker's smile widen.

instantly, her rage subsided as she turned towards the ace. "thanks." as sumiye opened her mouth to say more, a black motorcycle drove into view.

the fake redhead whipped her head towards the vehicle as her boyfriend revved the engine. ushijima watched as her lips curled upwards, pure joy apparent on her face.

"sorry guys gotta go!" she announced, jogging away from the duo before they could answer.

the boy's eyes never left her figure as she accepted an obnoxious orange helmet from the driver. with the ease of someone who's done it a million times before, sumiye swung her leg over the bike and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist.

as they drove away, tendō turned to ushijima, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "looks like you got some competition."

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the feeling of riding a motorcycle couldn't be beaten; although, sumiye preferred to be the driver rather than the passenger. cold wind harshly tugged at her clothing, howling forgotten words in her ears. shivering slightly, she tightened her grip around her boyfriend.

"where are we going?" she yelled to be heard over the sound of other cars.

"it's a secret!"

now, imagine the disappointment the girl felt when they pulled into the familiar parking lot of tanaka's motorcycles.

"don't assume things," she chided herself. "maybe he forgot something." the more sumiye repeated it, the more it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

kentarō pulled into his usual parking spot and the two got off the bike. her hands aggressively found their way into her jacket pocket as the girl followed him inside.

he strolled over towards a raised bike that was surrounded by stray tools. "okay, i was thinking we could order some pizza and you could be my assistant while i work on this bike."

sumiye's gray eyes were glued to the man in front of her, watching as kentarō organized his workstation. "that's it?" she questioned incredulously, waiting for him to say he was joking.

the mechanic glanced up with furrowed eyebrows, "yeah?"

"i thought we were having a date night?" she questioned, giving him another opportunity to say "gotcha".

"and we are," he looked at sumiye like she was an idiot. "fixing a bike is a date we both would enjoy."

the redhead's hands began to tremble; her head started to spin as she saw red. with just once glance he made her feel small, like a mutt backed into a corner.

but, like any dog, sumiye bit back. "you mean a date that you would enjoy." she spat through gritted teeth.

massaging his temples, he let out a exhausted sigh. "don't do this right now."

faintly, she could hear her conscience begging her to stop. "don't do what?" she challenged, slowly walking to shrink the gap between them.

but when has sumiye ever listened to her conscience?

"baby calm down, and we can still have a good night."

"no, fucking finish your sentence kentarō." the redhead egged on. her built-up frustrations were coming up like stomach acid, burning her throat.

"throw a bitch fit."

and there it was. a bitter smile formed on sumiye's face as she clicked her tongue in response. once again, an argument leads to her emotions being invalidated– once again, she was treated like a child who didn't know anything– once again, she silently let it slide.

the girl didn't have the energy to deal with him anymore. "fuck this."

storming out of the empty building, sumiye made her way through the parking lot to see a covered bike. ripping off the tarp, her gray eyes fell upon the motorcycle. she threw her leg over the side to straddle the seating and put on a black helmet.

one last time, she checked to see if kentarō had followed her outside, maybe even apologizing and begging her to come back. the student's hopes were crushed as the parking lot was dead silent.

"where can i even go?" she wondered while staring at the busy road. the wind felt harsher as sumiye sat alone on her motorcycle. she didn't feel like returning back to the dorms quite yet, as they would make her feel even more lonely than she felt now. she considered calling up a friend, but all her contacts lived in tokyo.

reconsidering her options, sumiye scrolled until landing on "ushijima". he was the only person in her contacts (besides kentarō) that lived in miyagi.

"fuck, i don't have his number. maybe he'll answer his email?" she monologued to herself. it was kind of stupid to assume he would answer an email asking to hang out, but it was worth a shot.

hashisumi@gmail.com
hey ushijima-san it's hashimoto. if u aren't busy right now would u want to hang out?

a wave of embarrassment flooded sumiye's system as she hit "send". internally, she was doubting every decision she had made in the past half and hour. then, her phone chimed.

ushijimawakatoshi@yahoo.com
sure, i'll meet you at the gates.

hashisumi@gmail.com
okay!! dress warm :)

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i'm on spring break so i'll be funneling all my creative juices into writing LOL